I wrote this a while back and forgot about it. There was a lot of positive response to this, especially from women (always important to a male poet), and it is unfortunate that it cannot be put on this screen the way I wrote it :
The river of hair
behind the precious stone
of skin and warmth
I feel strength there
like that short space I touch
in an embrace
the curve, the mystic curve
There is a private set
of mathematics pulses below
some peak in a glance
just in the subtlety of
bone sense breathing
energy and now light
waiting in you
I could let myself
swim through this, coming through
the depth into some air
that we are sharing in a
closeness space
intents in what we are
still perceiving
an image of my hands in
space warmth and the
last touch of the you in me
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